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I know your scent just like the back of my eyes

You keep them rolling to the top of my spine

Kiss on the collarbone

I want you right next to me

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Imagination is a delicate thing

Could turn a flicker to a fiery ring

Ever since that we met

I knew we were meant to be

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Count my measure for measure whether it's leather or lace

Be it feathers or chains, any time, any place

Come get me high

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